Monday: Seeing as how almost all the secondary schools and a majority of the universities have spring break, the boutique is going to be super crazy today. Everyone must be on time and on their best behavior, since there is bound to be an endless stream of bratty teens.
My shift started at 10:30, which was still too early for me. Back home, despite the fact that the sun rose round and hot at 6:30 every morning, I rarely showed my face before 11.
I was on coffee number two by my fifth 11th grader in a pair of uggs, and feigning of a headache. High-frequency voices and too much perfume could do that to you, you know? I couldn't understand how these girls even thought it was a good idea to buy $300 dresses when their bodies were still growing, and undoubtedly, half of them were going to get implants within the next three years.
"Excuse me, could you help me zip this?" "Can I get this in a different color?" "Do you have this in a size 6?" "Janie, take my picture!"
I wanted to pull my hair out.
"Hi, excuse me, do you have this in the next size up?" a girl with ribcage-long ombre hair asked. I checked the tag on the back of the dress, which was unnecessary, considering I had gotten her a bigger size three times already. Size 8. I didn't even know our store went higher than a 6; most stores in London didn't. I walked to the back, stood for two minutes pretending to check for an 8, and walked back empty handed. I shrugged as she huffed out, turning to another customer.
"Lida! Did you just lie to that customer?" Madison called in her hawk voice from across the room. I turned my back to her, pretending not to have heard, and went to find another brat...I mean, customer.
At break, I went in the back to grab my bag before heading out for lunch. I bent over to grab it, turned around, and was met with 161 centimeters of good-two-shoes.
"You lied to that girl, Lida. I have half a mind to tell a super about that!" Madison cried, filled with associate's guilt.
I shook my head and smirked, walked past her. I called over my shoulder as I pushed through the door, "The only thing worse than a bitchy coworker is a snitchy one, babe. Keep that in mind,".
xoxo - Lida